If James had slapped himself in the face like that…
Oh my god!
Orson immediately thought of the watermelon that had fallen on the ground. Wasn’t that the shape of it?
Facing Mrs. Ziegler’s sudden show of affection, Orson didn’t even think twice and immediately began nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, “I just gained 100 points in intimacy with you!”
“I’m not an NPC, what are you talking about…” Mrs. Ziegler chuckled lightly, then turned back, raising an eyebrow at him in a flirtatious manner, her charm leaving him caught off guard.
“Mr. Bruce, your style of doing things is just like the rumors—overbearing. But the person I, Laura, want to protect, you cannot touch.”
Mrs. Ziegler’s eyes glinted with coldness. Her long, snow-white legs seemed to move like a snake, and in the blink of an eye, she had twisted her body in a strange manner and was now standing in front of James.
Holy crap!!
Orson was stunned. This woman’s flexibility was beyond words!
WTF!
“James’ temper isn’t great, and his methods are a bit extreme. But this isn’t something your Ziegler Family should be interfering in!” Blank coldly snorted, her expression as cold as ice, then slashed out with a knife-hand. Her speed was like lightning.
Laura twisted her neck, and her head shifted sideways, catching Blank’s hand on her shoulder. Blank frowned. The hand strike was like hitting a block of mochi—sticky and almost unable to slide off.
“The Bruce Family’s assassins have a great reputation, but I see it’s nothing special,” Laura said coldly, her arm reaching out. The joints began to twist in a strange manner, her arm extending towards Blank’s arm, wrapping around it like a snake.
“Am I… imagining things?” Orson blinked in disbelief. He had heard of ancient Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu techniques that involve extraordinary body flexibility. People who trained in such techniques could even change the structure of their bones and muscles, allowing them to move their faces freely.
Orson had never seen such ancient martial arts techniques up close before. He was completely stunned.
Blank was also quite skilled. She suddenly yanked her arm back, and several bloody marks appeared on it. Her expression didn’t change as she stomped one foot backward and performed a series of rapid, powerful kicks, forcing Laura to retreat.
“Sigh, I knew this would happen. Every time there’s a negotiation, a fight breaks out.” K.D rubbed his temples, visibly frustrated by the situation.
Although the ancient martial arts families were financially and politically powerful beyond imagination, their preferred way of solving problems was through violence. In their world, the bigger the fist, the more truth there was to it!
This had been the rugged tradition of the ancient martial arts families for thousands of years: if they didn’t agree with you, they would strike first.
“The Bruce Family always likes to be sneaky, which is so annoying. And here, in a public setting, they aren’t even afraid of being laughed at!” Mr. Roberts scolded.
Orson nodded repeatedly, then coughed awkwardly, “Using violence when you can’t win an argument isn’t exactly the mark of a good citizen. Everyone, please sit down and let’s talk.”
Crash!
Just as he finished speaking, Blank kicked over a wooden table, sending tea splashing everywhere, with a few leaves landing on Mr. Roberts’ fat face.
“Bastard! You’ve got some nerve!”
Bang! A loud crash echoed, and Orson nearly got blown into the river by the shockwave.
Orson whipped his head around to look at Mr. Roberts, whose already enormous body was swelling up. His arms expanded more than double in size, tearing his black bodysuit sleeves.
Mr. Roberts raised his arm, and everyone immediately backed away, as if they knew exactly what was coming next.
“What… what is this?” Orson was stunned and looked at K.D in disbelief.
Then, Mr. Roberts punched, and the air pressure surged. The power of the blow was shocking!
“Damn, The Roberts Family brutes!” Blank’s face changed instantly. She swiftly grabbed the pillar, flipping upwards like a monkey to narrowly dodge the heavy punch!
Bang!
The pillar, as thick as a waist, cracked from the force of the punch, and cracks spread up like a spider’s web. The chandelier above began swaying.
Orson was still in shock when he saw Mr. Roberts turn to him and pout. “Hey, this punch was for you.”
“Well… yeah, but I feel like you’re going to bury me alive!” Orson broke into a cold sweat. Were these people all monsters?!
“Oh my god!”
As Mr. Roberts’ punches and kicks caused the house’s roof to violently shake, Orson saw the ceiling starting to tilt to one side.
He looked helplessly at K.D. “You’re the boss here, don’t just watch! Go and mediate!”
Orson had never experienced something so absurd. He was seeing firsthand how violent these people were.
Before he could finish speaking, there was another loud crash as two pillars exploded.
The ceiling could no longer hold and began to collapse. Decorative items fell to the ground, but luckily, the roof was falling as a whole and was heading straight into the river.
K.D shook his head and sighed. Orson frowned, then narrowed his eyes and whispered, “You’re not trying to say… you can’t mediate, and you can’t beat them either, right?”
Looking at K.D’s slim frame, Orson had already deduced that he wouldn’t be able to take these people on, and his heart sank.
Even though he was a trial player with faster reflexes and enhanced senses, he was far behind these monsters.
If he was accidentally caught in the crossfire, even a minor injury could break his limbs.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, a series of explosive sounds filled Orson’s ears, freezing the three fighters in place.
His ears were ringing from the blast as he turned to K.D, only to see the old man holding a silver revolver, smoke still rising from the barrel.
Orson gasped in surprise and couldn’t help but laugh. “Divine justice from above!”
“Anyone else want to make trouble?” K.D looked coldly at Blank and the others. Their faces froze in shock.
Orson internally cheered, “K.D is amazing! When he strikes, he strikes hard!”
No matter how skilled these guys were, facing a Colt revolver with a 10mm caliber, it was just a matter of a few shots!
At the same time, four security guards rushed in, their “truth” pistols aimed at Blank and the others.
“Hehehe… Just stretching my muscles, feeling a lot better now. K.D, you’ve got quite the skills,” Mr. Roberts awkwardly smiled, his arms returning to normal, as he wiped the tea off his face.
“Sorry, I’ve been a bit irritable lately with my period, didn’t mean to argue with the younger ones. Please, don’t mind me,” Laura laughed charmingly.
Blank looked at them with a cold expression and snorted. “Don’t try to act all wise. If I had a knife, you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
Laura’s and Blank’s faces darkened. The Bruce Family was known for their blade techniques, especially with short blades used for stealth attacks and assassinations.
The Bruce Family’s actions were mysterious, and their assassinations were so skillful that it made other aristocratic families wary of them.
However, the little girl in front of them could fight hand-to-hand, which proved she was no easy opponent.
“Cough, cough, everyone, let’s not spoil the atmosphere. I’m a peaceful person, really don’t want to see anyone injured over this.”
Orson coughed a few times and was about to make an excuse to leave when Laura suddenly changed expression. “Wait! Someone is missing!”
“Someone’s missing?” Orson froze, not realizing what was happening. K.D’s expression changed, and his revolver was instantly knocked out of his hand.
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“You’ll learn the price of opposing me! Money—you must pay!”
Orson’s pupils contracted sharply as he felt someone grab his collar, and with a massive force, he was thrown into the air.
By the time he realized what had happened, he was already flying a dozen meters away.
“Shit!!!”
Orson looked back in horror. His landing point was on the protruding fountain mechanism in the river. If he crashed into it…
This was going to be bad!
“Hey!” Blank’s face turned pale as she stared at her second brother in disbelief.
“Oh no…”
Even James was panicked now. He just wanted Orson to suffer a little, but things were rapidly escalating out of control.
“I can’t accept a death like this…”
He could accept dying in the apocalypse battle, but this humiliating and lowly death was something he couldn’t bear.
Countless faces flashed in his mind—Sienna, Bradley, Madman, Ruby…
Their faces flickered before his eyes.
“Bro, you’re so annoying!”
“Orson, let’s do this!”
“Is the president dead? Didn’t rise up, still partying!”
“Oppa, love me again, I like you the most!”
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